The carriage starts moving again

At some point, the ejaculations have started to die down, and the women have grown hoarse with their shouting. You hear the man holding the reins shout an order, and the two black horses begin to pull your platfrom from the square.

The degrading insults from the crowd continue to chase you down the road, as they yell horrible slurs and viscious attacks on your appearance and character.

"Filthy pigs!"

"Disgusting, fat-assed high-born cunts!"

"You're not good for anything but your holes!"

Meanwhile, the women around you return their assent.

"Yes! Yes! We are just meatholes!"

"Take us back! Take us back to their cocks!"

"I live to serve dick!"

"Please, I need some cum in me, right now!"

And despite having recently orgasmed, they are all three still strumming their clits like they're guitars during a rock solo.

As the cart picks up speed, and the chasing crowd fades from view, things finally start to calm down. Once you are out of the town and back on the country road towards the mansion, things have somewhat returned to 'normal'.

"That was a good one." The woman directly behind you sighs with calm satisfaction.

"Those commoners have such filthy tongues." Your mom chuckles.

"They've got filthy everything." Says the devil-eyed woman to your right, in a lewd, hungry voice.

"Did your plus-one enjoy herself, Marisa?" The devil-eyed woman asks, turning to you.